°°°BEAUTIFUL SCAR°°° Sometimes I paint you in my dreams, and sometimes I write about you on the withered pages of your diary, with you holding my hands for a moment until I wake up to the frightful reality. Nights, sleepless nights, I do wonder if the stars could break and fall from the flawless sky to fulfill someone else's wish, would you wish for me someday in the same old sky but that time filled with one more star, and then I would fall for you yet again leaving on your palm a beautiful scar. "BEAUTIFUL SCAR" Sitting idle, gazing all the day at the wall in front of me, I talk to it about my dampened sorrows, and it listens patiently, undisturbed. Unfinished hopes, my mind still recalls all the
